Kind of a original idea, I really hope you guys like! I don't own any rights to Dying Light or MBAV!
December 20th, 2014
"New reports are coming in out of the city of Harran, India. Indian officials have confirmed the outbreak of a new and unseen before contagion spreading rapidly throughout the downtown area." Dubai, India
December 31st, 2014
"The local government's Ministry of Defense has taken it upon itself to erect a quarantine rule shortly following the outbreak. Many are calling this act both barbaric and inhumane to the rest of the surviving non-infected still within the quarantine zone." New York City, United States
January 12th, 2015
"The GRE continues to make air drops of supplies to the local survivors within the city of Harran as the CDC and WHO continue their global wide debate on whether or not to permanently neutralize the city in order to stem the tide of this lethal virus." Beijing, China
February 20th, 2015
"The eyes of the world have been glued to the city of Harran for the past two months after a deadly outbreak struck the city. The world has been split in two as world leaders try and make a decision on what to do with the quarantined city, whether by the proposed plan by the Ministry of Defense or by way of the virus, one thing is certain: Harran's days are numbered." Cape Town, South Africa
February 25th, 2015
Ethan Morgan stared out at the distant city of Harran, smoke still billowing from the streets and buildings as it had been for the past two months. He could see the light of the setting sun reflecting off of the quarantine walls, high concrete and steel walls cutting the city in two. He raised a hand to his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, his mother's voice rattling on behind him.
"Ethan Morgan, are you even listening to me?" came the blonde haired woman's voice, Ethan turning around with a sigh as he watched his mother stand in the doorway to their kitchen as she held a rag in one hand and a pot in another.
"Sorry mom, my mind's just kind of elsewhere at the moment. What were you saying again?" Ethan pondered, walking over to a small couch as he plopped down into the cushy fabric.
"I was telling you that you had better quit eating as much as you have been. They have really cracked down on rations for the rest of the remaining city, I just can't feed you like I use to." Samantha Morgan said as she rubbed the inside of the pot with her rag, watching as Ethan propped his legs up onto the coffee table before turning to look at her.
"Tell me again why we didn't leave when we had the chance to?" Ethan asked, his eyes furrowing in frustration as his mother just sighed before leaning her head against the door frame.
"I've told you a thousand times Ethan, we simply did not have the money to just up and leave. We have no living relatives to go to, and we barely make enough to survive here let alone elsewhere in the world. What would you have us do, live on the streets in some other city? The airports were taken over by the GRE anyways, we couldn't have left even if we wanted to. We have a home here, we've built a life here." the woman said, her eyes tired as she wiped some of the accumulating sweat from her brow.
"How do you know all of that couldn't just collapse at any moment! You saw the news reports before the feeds went dark. . .those things just tore through the city and killed anyone and everyone they came across." Ethan hollered out, his mother's face growing agitated as she yelled in anger before throwing down the rag.
"Enough! Now you listen to me and listen well, I stayed because I had no choice! I work my fingers to the bone at the factory just to make sure you can go to school and have a decent meal in your stomach every night. Ethan. . .I love you more than anything else in this world and I wouldn't have kept you here unless I had no choice." his mother said, her voice growing softer as she closed her eyes and rubber her forehead.
"Ethan. . .your eighteen now, I think it's time you start thinking about joining me at the factory. I could really use the extra income for bills, I've already had to sell all of my mother's jewelry just so we can make due. Would you at least think about it sweetie, for me?" Samantha asked, walking over as she took a seat down onto the couch before reaching over and gripping Ethan's knee with a tender hand.
"I guess. . .I'm going to bed. I've got school in the morning, goodnight." Ethan whispered, jumping from the couch just as she leaned in to hug him. He turned his gaze to the side, watching as his mother's face fell before she sighed and stared down at the floor.
"Okay Ethan. . .goodnight. I love you sweetie, so much." Samantha said as she looked up, watching as her son slammed his door shut before she leaned forward and put her hands into her lap. She turned her gaze to the side, the sun setting over the city as the quarantined section of Harran remained pitch black against the remaining city's light.
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